Chapter 1:Daddy's little girl…
Hey, so I've been watching more of the Vampire Diaries, I'm almost totally caught up. But this story is all about Stefan, Elena, their three kids; and Damon moving away from Mystic Falls so people wouldn't notice the absence in changing due to age. Elena is now a vampire; was changed after she had their three kids, also Stefan and Elena are married. But enough of my blabbering, lets get to the story shall we? Here it is! Enjoy!
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Stefan's POV:
Dear Diary,
The kids seem to be getting bigger as the days go by. Kyle most of all. He's just a little ball of energy for only being two. Though rest assured, Elena and my love for our children never stops, no matter how mentally taxing they are.
Elena is doing very well with accepting the animal diet and managing the thirst, while continuing to be an amazing mother and wife. It all just comes so naturally to her. Words can not express how truly lucky I am to call her my wife, for her to be all mine.
But I do fear that we must leave Mystic Falls soon. People are bound to notice that Elena, Damon, and myself are not aging. With what they know I should be twenty but my body is stuck at seventeen. Even with Elena, she became fatally ill the day after giving birth to Natasha and Joshua. She had to be changed, and that was least than a year ago.
Anyways, we will cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now, it sounds as though my baby girl is crying, so I must say goodbye for today.
-Stefan
I heard Natasha cry for either Elena or myself to tend to her needs. Elena was sleeping peacefully; I didn't want to wake her, so I just went into the nursery myself. Now the way this may sound is that I don't like to help with the babies; on the contrary. It's not that I don't like to help, it's just I'm not very good at helping. I don't exactly know what to do. The first time I tried to help a change a diaper, I accidentally put it on Kyle inside-out and backwards…don't ask.
I may cause more damage than I do good when it comes to this; I will always try. And that's worth something. Right? I proceeded to change her diaper, trying to keep her cries on the downlow so it wouldn't wake Elena. Just as I was finishing up I felt a presence behind me, watching my every move.
"'Your staring.'" I informed, showing her I knew of her presence.
"'I'm gazing.'" She corrected, leaning against the doorframe like I usually do when she's working one the babies.
"'It's creepy.'" I joked with a dry tone to make me sound serious.
"It's romantic." She rephrased quickly; I could almost get her smile in her voice. She walked over and hugged me from behind, looking over my shoulder to examine my handy work and a smirk crept it's way onto her face.
Oh god. What did I mess up on?
"I'm impressed. You put it on right this time." She praised.
"It's because I'm a Salvatore. We get the job done." I bragged, wiping off the imaginary dirt off my shoulders.
"Yup, that's why it took you like two years to figure out how to put a diaper on your own child. It's because your a Salvatore." She said smirking at her deadpan.
"Um well just incase you forgot, your a Salvatore as well, Mrs. Salvatore." I chuckled as I caught her in her own web of low blows.
"Well on the bright side, I can say that I'm not a blood born Salvatore, so that doesn't apply to me. Unlike some, Mr. Salvatore."
"Low. That was below the belt, Mrs. Salvatore. I fear I must forbid you from ever speaking to my brother again to prevent future attitudes." I joked, attempting to hold in a laugh but no to much success.
"Yes, daddy." She replied in a mock teeenager voice, even though she technically still is a teenager.
"No, just no. Don't do that. It's weird; would be even more so if I really was your father." I scolded while fake gagging.
"Yes, Mr. Father-figure." I rolled my eyes at her 'joke'.
"Hmm…I wonder whatever made me act like a father…'cause its not like our three kids have anything to do with it." We both laughed. I looked down to see Natasha's little arms reaching up for me to pick her up as she began to cry. I quickly picked her up soothing her cries. "Your daddy's little girl aren't you?" I cooed, holding her up as she placed her head in the crook of my neck. She only did that with me and Elena. She likes to hide from the outside world, thinking that if her face is hidden to one can see her. Also she deeply enjoys hiding in Elena's hair, or just playing with it helps.
Her arms stretched out to grab a small fist full of Elena's hair; Elena just took the end and tickled Natasha's noise. My two favorite girls in the world, my wife and my daughter. Speaking of such, I'm surprised that the commotion didn't wake up my two little buddies. But as almost as on cue, both Kyle and Josh start crying.
"Duty calls." she said with a sigh, pecking me on the lips. She slid Natasha out of my arms. "I'll take care of these two. Can you get Kyle though?" she asked while already picking up Josh. Josh was the oldest out of him and Natasha, and he cried a lot less than her. Maybe its the gender.
But as soon as he was in her arms he almost instantly became quite, looking up at her with his deep green eyes. I saw the admiration in his eyes. Even for being so young, the way he looks at his mother, if my heart was still beating it would've stopped. The way that she looks down with loving eyes, no matter what's happened, despite all of the craziness that our lives are drowned in. For those couple seconds, minutes, the world doesn't seem so terrible. Like the world is a better place, where lives are not taken before their time, where family trumps money. Where fame and fortune are pointless. Where love conquers all. Sadly, that kind of moment only lasts for a short period before reality decides to wreck the moment.
She caught me staring at their exchange. "Are you okay?" she questioned in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said in a loving tone before kissing her lightly on the lips and making my way to Kyle's room. I saw him standing up in his crib, arms stretched out begging for someone to remove him from his crib. "Hey, buddy. You ready to get dressed?" I asked calmly.
"Daddy." he whined so I picked him up and walked him over to the changing table, setting him down and made my way to his closet to pick him out something to wear. I pulled out some blue, gray, and white plaid shorts with a white shirt to go with it. I helped him get dressed and took him downstairs into the kitchen. I put him into his high chair just as Elena brought in Josh and Natasha. She placed them both in their respective bouncers; grabbed two bottles from the fridge and put them into the bottle warmer.
The twins were babbling back and forth, very caught up in their 'conversation'. "Do you think that they can understand each other?" I question Elena innocently.
"You use to babble no stop when you were that age, baby brother." Damon interjected, walking over and messed up my hair. And it was laying so good too!
"Dam-" I started but saw the way Elena looked at me and changed my mind on what I was going to say. "-on. I was going to say Damon." I saved.
"Whipped!" Damon 'coughed'.
"Mhmm" Elena hummed as she went back to getting breakfast for the kids.
"I am not whipped! I just know that its not a good influence to cuss in from of the kids." I defended my ego.
"Oh Stefan, I believe your in something called denial. Or maybe your just trying to hid the fact that Elena would kick your ass if you cussed in front of the kids." Damon commented dryly.
"Butt, not ass." Elena corrected.
"She can't, trust me. We've put it up to the test. And I was not the one getting thy butt kick; I was the one serving out the butt kickery." I corrected proudly at my comeback and also proud that it was completely true.
"Stefan's right. He can beat me, he could kill me if he wanted. But I have my methods of teaching him a lesson." she assured, walking up to me and kissing me intensely, running her hand from my chest to my crotch in an agonizingly slow pace. Resting her hand over my crotch feeling me grow instantly hard under her touch then promptly pulling away to continue her earlier actions. I gulped in disbelief of what just happened. But I could feel my pants tighten and I knew that it really just did happen.
"Another thing that's not a good influence around the kids is making your wife cum in front of their innocently little eyes." Damon mocked.
"I'm...umm...I'm gonna go take a cold shower..." I stuttered. Then I took a second glance down at my still hardening crotch. "...okay, maybe a really cold shower..."
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So, I hope you liked it! Had some humor in there and some romance! The next chapter will be Stefan and Elena having a date night for the first time since Josh and Natasha were born.
Oh, do I smell some separation issues?
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